Charmed

Previously, on "Charmed"...

Jordan is cursed

by the dying breath

of a witch.

Jordan Chase must suffer

for the sins of his forebears.

Lawrence Mortimer Chase, also known

as the Witchfinder General.

You've been trying

to kill yourself in your sleep.

That's when my demon form seems to take over.

Now there's no stopping me.

I thought you brought me here for my ideas,

but I-I get it now, you-you just needed

a-a pretty, Black-enough face

to front your faux-woke crisis management campaign.

You take one more step towards me

and I'll call security to report this threat.

These prehistoric symbols on the stone tablet have something

to do with your allergy.

The other half of the tablet.

And perhaps the answer

to everything.

"This tablet is forged with magic

for those who are perfect to move time and space."

What the hell does that mean?

Not exactly helpful in determining

the origins of the tomb.

Or solving our allergy. Why-why does it feel like

every time we make progress...?

One step forward...

Two steps back.

Get hit in the head, fall forward.

Macy, I'm sorry.

- It's not your fault, Harry. - You've had a rough few days,

- with the Shea board... - Just forget it. It-It's fine.

No, it's not fine. The way they treated you...

Harry, drop it, please.

I really need to move on.

Now...

what else do we have to work with here?

So...

this passage here is written in an entirely...

different language,

one that's been functionally extinct for centuries.

An ancient demonic language.

Meaning we'll need a demon translator.

Why does every damn thing lead back to Abigael Caine?

Frankly, I'm not even sure Abby will help,

after Mel almost vanquished her.

Well, do your best.

Or worst.

What, you're not coming?

I'd-I'd rather stick a hot poker in my eye.

Maybe both eyes.

I'm fine. Really.

Go.

Yo.

Macy. Mags here?

She's expecting me.

Oh, uh... no, no.

I think she's at school.

- Mind if I wait? - Sure.

She offered to help me with some Tulipe research.

I'm trying to figure out how to finally end this C-U-R-S-E.

No amount of balancing the scales ever s...

Sorry.

Still not used to that.

You've got to be more careful, Jordan.

Uh, everything okay with you?

What? Yes? Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm okay?

Really? What now?

What the hell?

!En sus pensamientos!

Macy, look out!

What-What's happening?

*CHARMED * Season 03 Episode 09

Episode Title: "No Hablo Brujeria" Aired on: April 11, 2021

So I show up at the psych clinic,

I figure I'd get some volunteer hours in,

you know, impress Dr. Lawrence, but you'll never guess

who else was there.

Does it rhyme with Mantonio?

Yes.

Everyone was fawning all over him, and then

my first intake was a client who only spoke Spanish.

Oh, but you're not fluent.

Exactly. I don't know what's worse.

The fact that they just assumed I spoke Spanish

or that Antonio actually does

and swooped in to save the day.

Anyways, how was your morning?

Well, I just got word that the department

is doing a conference on intersectionality,

and I'm supposed to give the keynote.

Which you'll kill.

Or it'll kill me.

The speakers list is a who's who of academia

and me.

This is my first real chance to prove myself,

and I feel like a... total imposter?

Of the highest order.

That's weird.

Jordan texted me that he was waiting for me here, like,

20 minutes ago.

Maybe he just went or a walk.

I have no idea where we are.

Um, I do.

This...

This is, this is my high school.

What?

I mean, it is, but it...

it isn't, because my high school was shut down

due to mold infestation the year after I graduated.

Out of the way, Chase.

David Esposito.

He tortured me most of freshman year.

Before my growth spurt, I was five-six.

Great.

We've ended up in some magical realm

based on your life because you jumped in front of me.

Sorry. It was instinct.

Forgive me for trying to protect you.

Great.

Where are you going?

To look for a way out.

I'd be delighted to help with your ancient

demon translation, dear Harold,

but first a drink.

You must try this whiskey. Very rare.

Picked it up at a charity auction.

"Dear Harold," "delighted to help,"

"charity auction"? Who are you,

and what have you done with Abigael the Abominable?

She's turning over a new leaf.

That wouldn't happen to have anything

to do with your demon form trying to kill you, would it?

All right, let's have a look.

Can you translate it?

No, this is ancient.

There's only one demon I know of

who will know what to do with that.

I sense a "but" coming.

But he's notoriously violent.

Fenric the Vile, exiled to a compound

in the Hunan province for trying to depose

- the Demon Overlord. - As in, you?

No, this was centuries before my time.

But tales of his bloody coup

are known by all demons.

Notoriously violent by demon standards?

No, thanks. I'll find another way.

Harry,

I've come to believe

my demon form is some kind of reckoning.

I-I've done terrible things,

and redemption may be my only salvation.

I'll take you to Fenric,

get you your translation...

...and make sure he doesn't extract

your spleen and eat it.

Which he was known to do.

Mace?

Jordan?

Mags.

Someone's been here.

Step back and put your hands where we can see them.

Move slowly and drop the book.

Frena el tigre, salva la selva.

- Don't get up. - Who are you

and what are you doing in our attic?

Please, Maggie, Mel...

...don't hurt me.

I'm your cousin.

Josefina Reyes.

Nice to finally meet you.

You're our cousin? Technically second cousin,

but feel free to treat me like a first.

If you are who you say you are.

My mother Marisa is the daughter of Abuela Fabiola,

who's sister to your Abuela Julie.

So, either I'm very good at online ancestry

or... I'm exactamente who I say I am.

Then how come we've never heard of you?

You probably remember me by my deadname.

I was assigned male at birth,

but that was just a biological mix-up.

I've always known who I am,

especially because I can do spells and...

it's only a matter of time before my poder mágico presents.

So, you're a witch?

And a burglar, apparently.

You do know there are other ways

to make a first impression?

Like, say, ringing the doorbell?

Given our family's history,

I wasn't sure I'd be welcomed with open arms.

What?

Come on, coz.

Your mother abandoned the family in Puerto Rico and took off.